Chapter 135： : violence does not solve the problem

Sam-6 air defense missile The missile has a range of 5-25 kilometers and a shooting height of 0.06-10 kilometers. The SA-6's 3-unit launcher is installed on the tracked chassis, which has good maneuverability and strong battlefield survivability.

Sha Damu owns 100 SA-6 anti-aircraft missile launch vehicles, which are Saddam's main anti-aircraft weapons and his best anti-aircraft missiles in the no-fly zone and eagle sauce hide-and-seek.

According to incomplete statistics, nearly 300 aircraft of various types died under the **** mouth of the Sam-6, including the F-16 of the eagle sauce, especially in the Ramadan war, during the 18-day war Among the 114 planes shot down in the old days, 41 were shot down by SA-6, so it became famous for a while. The SA-6 missile uses a ramjet engine, with small launch marks and fast flight speed. When your radar finds it, you can almost wait for death.

The price of 2.4 million US dollars is really not expensive, and the total of 15 is 36 million US dollars.

And Sam-16 is the shoulder-mounted little brother, but this little brother is also fierce. The first time he participated in actual combat was in the Gulf War. Yingjiang had 8 A-10 attack aircraft with strong survivability and 4 AV-8B The vertical take-off and landing fighter was shot down by it, and it was pressed to the ground and hammered hard. Uncle Sam rolled his eyes in pain and was almost sent to the hospital.

The magazine Gao Jun gave was 70,000 U.S. dollars, a total of 4.9 million. After a 20% discount, it was 3.92 million, and Tang Dao removed the change.

This account alone is close to 40 million US dollars...

Sure enough, the cooperation with the "formal sector" is like a rush of money coming in, and there is very little chance of defaulting on fees, especially for local tyrants like Eritrea who hold 900 million US dollars in their hands. Finally, after the double file was signed, 30%, 12 million US dollars, was transferred into the company's account.

"Happy cooperation, General MacArthur." Tang Dao's name was signed in a fluttering manner. He threw the pen on the table, stretched out his hand with a smile on his face, and shook the other party's hand with a little force. Contact me and I will stay in Asmara for another week."

MacArthur nodded, he finally had a smile on his face, but what he said was very official, "Of course, I will give you an answer after discussing with the purchasing team."

The old guy spoke impeccably, and Tang Dao didn't care. He sorted out the materials and put them back in his briefcase, and was about to leave. Suddenly, he paused, thinking of something, and raised his head, "By the way, I can see Mr. Lloyd ?"

As soon as these words came out, all members of the procurement team, including MacArthur, paused and looked at him strangely.

"We are friends. I think he is hurt. I have an obligation to see him. After all, I have to live with my conscience." Tang Dao said while clutching his chest. I understood it all at once, and quickly changed the direction back, which was the wrong direction, and said with a sad face, "I think, this request... No, this is not a request, it is my concern for my friends."

Francis stared at MacArthur, he felt the leader's eyes were contemplative, and finally nodded?

"Of course, I can't refuse this kind of request, but let General Francisco take you there, I have some other work." He agreed with a scalp.

"That's troublesome." Tang Dao nodded gently, watched MacArthur leave with the people, then turned and winked at Francis, "General, thank you very much for your help."

Uh?

The other party was taken aback for a moment, as if he hadn't done anything in it, but Tang Dao said so, and he accepted it frankly, and shook his hand to show politeness, pushed the chair in, and chatted go downstairs.

Lloyd's two bodyguards were guarding outside. When they heard the footsteps at the stairs, they subconsciously looked up. After seeing them, they were frightened immediately, their faces changed, and they stretched their hands behind their heads to Take the gun, but touch it, it's empty! The gun had been confiscated a long time ago, and after cursing in a low voice, he turned around and was about to enter the door, but at this moment Mister and Little Angel walked over quickly.

"Hey, buddy, I think it's better for you to step aside." The little angel patted a bodyguard on the shoulder, and the latter punched him with a backhand. Who is he? The Italian boxing champion and free kick champion, this spirit is also tense, one dodges, and then hits the front of the car with his elbow, and then falls beautifully over the shoulder. Twist it back, the other party screams in pain.

Francis looked on dumbfounded, the second hand of his watch had just passed 10 seconds!

"Do you want to go in with me to see Mr. Lloyd?" Tang Dao turned his head and asked.

"No, no, no."

"Are you not afraid that I will kill him?"

Brother Francis was embarrassed, and didn't know how to answer. Tang Dao stopped teasing him. He lit a cigarette at the door, and then opened the door and walked in. It was dark inside, the curtains were drawn, and the lights were not turned on. Looking from the outside , It's a bit frustrating to move.

"Bastard! What are you going to do?" the bodyguard who was pressed down by the little angel yelled, struggling hard, blushing, cursing, nothing more than Fake, Ashiteater (eating shit), no technical content at all, but such arguing is really It was uncomfortable, the little angel pulled his hair, and after pulling it up, he slammed it on the ground, his eyes rolled together, and he passed out. The corridor was much quieter.

Tang Dao closed the door with his hands behind his back, and the sound from outside was almost cut off, but Lloyd's breathing was very steady. He walked over, opened the curtains, and said to himself, "This person is dying. Meet the sun."

He didn't notice that Lloyd's fingers trembled slightly on the bed, and the eyeballs in his closed eyes rolled back and forth, and he didn't know if he had some kind of nightmare.

"This sun is so comfortable." Tang Dao took a deep breath, opened the glass gap, and then turned around. The smile on his face had already subsided, and he looked down at Lloyd, just staring at him, Then he sat down on the bed, helped the other party pull up the quilt, looked at the tightly wrapped left eye of the other party, and stretched out his hand to touch it.

But at this moment, Lloyd suddenly opened his eyes and shouted in horror, "Nicholas!"

"Aren't you asleep? I thought you were asleep. I moved quietly for fear of scaring you. If I frightened you, my crime would be serious." Tang Dao withdrew his hand hanging in mid-air, said with a smile.

But who knows, this made Lloyd even more scared, "What are you going to do? I'll give you the Eritrea list, I don't want it, don't kill me."

Tang Dao's eyes paused, and his smile became more cheerful, and the two front teeth glistened in the sun.

"Mr. Lloyd, what do you mean? How could I kill you? Do you think I would be that kind of person? We are businessmen, and that kind of killing and killing is the least technical thing. I am I really hate violence, violence can't solve the problem." He began to educate others bitterly, and even took out a cigarette and put it near his mouth, "Come on, smoke one, it won't hurt anymore."

Lloyd couldn't figure out what Tang Dao was thinking, so he could only obediently opened his mouth and held the cigarette in his mouth. He stared at the other party's ignition, for fear that he would set himself ablaze. Pay attention, I couldn't help coughing, and grinned when the wound hurt.

"Do you know how I got in here?"

Lloyd, who was smoking, stopped and his eyes rolled up. He didn't understand why he said that, so he listened to the other party continue.

"I did business with General MacArthur for anti-aircraft weapons, and then he asked me how much you are worth." Tang Dao might also find it funny, and laughed out loud, "He said he planned to trade you for some weapons, my God, He's absolutely insane, sure, you're right."

sold yourself?

Falk!

Lloyd almost didn't bring it up in one breath. He felt betrayed, and the cigarette in his mouth suddenly felt tasteless.

"Of course I refused. I told him, for a bullet, why do you need to use an empty weapon in exchange for it? Are you right?" Tang Dao's voice finally became gloomy, and Lloyd was taken aback, suddenly as if Thinking of something, his face changed drastically, and he was about to lift the quilt, but the former was faster than him, pulled the quilt over his feet with his backhand, directly covered the opponent's head, took out a pistol with a silencer from his pocket, and pointed it at the head. Buckle four times.

The other party didn't move after the first slap, and the blood seeped out along the quilt, covering the entire bed in an instant.

Tang Dao stood up, breathed out his nostrils, opened his hands, stretched his body, looked at the covered corpse, squinted his eyes, and took a breath of the cigarette. The thick fog hovered above his head, and the flames of the cigarette butts flickered flash.

"puff."

After smoking, he spat on the ground, tipped his toes to extinguish the fire, stuffed the pistol into the bed, rubbed his hands, and walked towards the door. When the door was opened, all the people standing at the door looked over.

"Why are you looking at me like this? Is there something wrong with me?" Tang Dao lowered his head to look at his clothes, sniffed them with his nose, spread his hands, and asked with a smile.

Francis stood on tiptoe to look inside, UU reading www. uukanshu.com saw Lloyd on the other side's bed, his head was covered, but his posture was very strange. The quilt on his upper body was folded, but his feet were empty, and under the bed, there was dripping liquid, and he was breathing. He froze and stared, "Mr. Nicholas..."

"General Francis, I'm sorry, the ground is all dirty by you. I will trouble you to work hard later, clean it up, and collect the garbage in the house by the way. It will stink easily if left for a long time." Tang Dao put his palm on his nose After a few slaps, he said to Mister and the others, "Let's go, we're going back."

"Boss, what about them?" Mist asked, pointing to the bound bodyguard squatting in the corner.

"Do I need to say anything else?"

The little angel was very decisive when he heard the words, drew his gun and pulled the trigger.

In front of everyone, they were dealt with.

Tang Dao nodded slightly, and led the two away. Brother Francis looked at the two corpses on the ground and the corpse of Lloyd in the house, wanting to cry without tears.

"Fuck, $500,000 is gone!"